Baby

Harlem

MAKING LOVE TO THE ONE – ONE WEEK LATER

The shop was loud as everyone talked about the upset between Jamil “Shooter” Perry and Dave “The Heat” Runner last night.

It wasn’t expected, and everyone who bet money on it had lost. I chuckled because I wasn’t into betting on sports.

I trusted no man, because I knew for the right price, anything could go wrong.

It was any given Sunday for real in all sports.

Boxing was the one sport that I thought was still pure and hadn’t been impacted by the greed and nefarious schemes of the elite, but that was no longer true. Monte’s phone rang at his station.

“That’s my girl. Hey, Raque. Would you press answer on my phone and put that on speaker, please?” Monte asked Raque who was at the station right in front of his.

He was kneeling on the floor, cleaning spilled oil. It was all over his hands because he tried to catch the bottle of oil as it spilled and fell from his station.

Raque pressed the answer button and placed the phone on speakerphone before she returned to her client.

“Wassup?” Monte asked loudly as he kept cleaning the oil.

“Hey, baby. I got your text message about you being hungry. I just hopped out of the shower, and I’m waiting on you.

You know I just came from work, and I didn’t wash my bootie or my coochie, ’cause I know how you like your food a li’l seasoned.

It’s ripe and raw for you, baby. Come on and eat, sweet daddy. ”

“Naw! Naw! Shut that shit off! Now!” Monte hollered.

Raque laughed so hard that she could not help him out.

Mia screamed, “Eww! I smell that through the phone!”

“Nasty ass. Ya lips gon’ fall off,” Stephanie warned.

“Ole yuck mouth ass,” JC grumbled.

“What in the hell?” Alicia asked.

“Told you. All that frontin’ gets you nowhere,” Josiah declared.

“Make sure y’all don’t puff-puff pass to his ass. He doesn’t get to share any weed after that shit. Literally and metaphorically,” Isaac declared.

The clients in our chairs roared with laughter, and some of them frowned in disgust.

“Hell, naw. You gon’ let them go out on you like that?” I asked Monte.

I could still hear the woman he recently started dating, Big Minnie, on the phone calling out, “Hello? Hello?”

What made it even worse was that she was a sanitation worker. She rode on the back of the truck, making sure the trash went into the compactor. There shouldn’t have been a single inch of her that wasn’t washed after her shift.

“Yaahhh!” Monte screamed and jabbed his phone.

He was no longer worried about the oil on his hands.

He stormed out of the shop with his phone, while everyone was still laughing and talking trash about what just happened.

I didn’t think my guy could walk back through the door with his head up.

I didn’t think any of us would ever look at him the same again.

After ten minutes of clowning Monte in his absence, everyone went back to what they were doing. Monte didn’t return, and by the time I stepped out of the shop to head to Baby’s house for the evening, his car was gone.

Baby had made plans for me to come to her place for dinner. She had left her shop around noon, and it was a little after five. I headed home, showered, and then went straight to her place from there.

“It smells good in here,” I greeted as she opened the door for me.

“Thank you. I made something special just for you,” she announced.

She pushed up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer.

I had missed my woman, and I showed her by devouring her tongue and gripping her ass in the doorway.

She tasted like peppermint and something spicy.

Her tongue was warm and soft, and her mouth was ripe for the picking.

My dick grew hard, stretching my jeans to capacity at the sweet warmth of her mouth and her soft curves underneath my hands.

“Think we’d better head inside before we give the neighbors a show,” I stated.

“Yeah, I think so too.”

I closed the door as she walked further inside, heading to the kitchen. She wore a beautiful baby blue, gold, and black silk kimono with furry, gold kitten-heeled slippers on her feet. I could see her curves moving generously underneath, and I wanted to bury myself in them.

The incident at the shop earlier between Monte and his girl popped back in my head, and I had to visibly shake my head to clear those thoughts.

“What?” she asked.

I hadn’t noticed that she was paying me attention. I had been so lost in my thoughts and watching her stir in Parmesan, mascarpone, and then broth in a pot.

“I was just thinking about something that happened at the shop today.”

“What?” she repeated. She watched me over her shoulder before she turned back and added butter into the pot.

“Trust me, babe, you don’t want to know.”

“I want to know everything about your day.”

“Trust me.”

“Please,” she pleaded, winking at me.

I told her what happened as she folded the lobster meat into the pot and then the chives and lemon zest. When she finished, she stopped with the spoon in midair, crinkled her nose, and replied, “Eww. That’s nasty. Who does that?”

“Apparently they do.”

I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. She added some red pepper flakes as I kissed her on the shell of the ear.

“I don’t judge people, but really?”

“Exactly what we said.”

“Someone needs to talk to that boy because there’s nothing right about that.”

“He’s a grown-ass man, Baby. Nobody needs to say shit to him if that’s how he wanna move. As long as he stays off my phone and out of my face, I’m all good. I don’t want to talk about it anymore. What are we eating?”

“We’re having lobster risotto, garlic sauteed mushrooms, and crusty bread. I paired it with Sauvignon Blanc, and I made you a specialty cake.”

“Damn, Baby, I’m ready to eat. What type of cake is it?”

“Chocolate rum cake with cherries on top,” she answered before she grabbed plates from the cabinet. “Why don’t you put on some jazz music while I plate our meals.”

“Look at you turning from Madam Bake-a-Lot to Chef-Baby-Dee.”

She giggled. “You have to stop with the corny jokes. I’m no Chef-Boyardee, but I can do a little something in the kitchen.”

“We’ll see,” I stated, going into the living room to select our music.

After she plated our meal, we sat in the dining room and ate and discussed our day thus far. The food was delicious, and I made sure to tell her so when we finished eating.

“When we marry, I will hire a chef for you if you’d like, but I love your cooking and prefer it.”

She set her glass down and stared at me.

“What’s wrong, Baby?”

“You said when we marry.”

“That’s the point of this. I’m not dating you without intention. I was clear on that.”

She smiled shyly before she returned to the previous subject. “I enjoy doing something every once in a while,” she admitted as we took our dishes to the kitchen and rinsed them before placing them in the dishwasher.

Once the dishwasher was started and the kitchen was cleaned, we headed into the living room, and we danced slowly to the music. I was too stuffed to eat any cake, and I had told her that we could eat that with some wine and bourbon later. She agreed because she was stuffed too.

Red Groove was on the system, and I placed my hand on her waist as we danced slowly to the music. With my other hand, I tilted her head back slowly until her jaw dropped just a little.

I sucked on her lips and brushed and pecked them with simple kisses to entice her to open her mouth. When she did, I slid my tongue inside.

I made love to her mouth the way that I wanted to make love to her. My hand ran over her pebbled nipples underneath her kimono.

“Are you going to tell me it’s the air, or do you want me that badly?” I asked as I plucked a nipple.

“I want you very badly, Harlem. It’s all I’ve thought about all day.” Her voice was a whispered moan.

“All day?” I asked as we gently swayed to the music and kissed between conversation.

“That and the fact that we’ve exchanged stats, and there’s nothing standing in our way but each other. I want you, Harlem,” she confessed.

I reached between us and loosened the belt of her kimono. Her breath hitched in her chest, and I stared into her eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she whispered and nodded.

I slid it off her shoulders, and when it fell to her feet and exposed her, I was speechless. I hadn’t seen her naked body before, but I had fantasized about it. Every swell, dip, and curve she possessed had been generously poured by God, dipped in gold caramel, and sprinkled with freckles.

Her slim physique contained dangerous curves with more than a handful of breasts that spilled over my hands and between my fingers with nipples that were dipped in toffee. Her flat abdomen flared graciously into slim hips, thick, curvy thighs, and toned legs.

That ass, though, was enough to drive a man wild. I had never understood how the jeans she often wore contained all that ass.

Baby stood before me wearing nothing but her kitten heels. The soft, silky patch of hair between her legs that matched the coppery-red hair on her head had me kneeling and ready to worship her body.

I looked up at her as I fingered her pubic hair and then licked it and sucked it after she gave a subtle nod. My fingers slid between her folds and spread them apart. A whisper of a breath escaped between full, parted lips.

I lifted her leg over my shoulder and slowly stroked her folds until her hips rocked forward, her body pleading for my touch.

I sucked her folds and slid my tongue between her flesh as she worked her hips in circles.

She tasted so sweet and smooth as silk. When she came explosively with a little shudder after only a couple of minutes, I stood, pulled her close, and kissed her.

She looked into my eyes, and hers were misted over with tears. I tipped her chin and held it between my fingers. “How long, Baby?”

“Two years.”

I lifted her into my arms and carried her to her bedroom. “I promise that as long as there is breath in my body, you will never lack orgasms again. Are you ready for me?”

“I am.”

We had discussed our stats previously, and we were comfortable with having unprotected sex, especially since she was on birth control. When I placed her on the bed, I slowly shed my clothes and watched her watch me. A slow smile curved her lips, and her lids lowered in desire.

When I joined her on the bed, she wasted no time pulling me down to her and kissing me as she palmed my dick and pumped it hard and fast with her free hand.

“Slow down, gorgeous. You and I have a lot of time. You’re about to make me lose my shit.”

“I can’t wait to feel you inside of me. I’ve waited two years for this moment,” she confessed, lining my erection up with her slick folds.

I kissed her again and whispered, “You haven’t known me for two years,” as I slowly dragged my erection up and down her slit.

“In my heart I did.”

I plunged deep into her with those words, and she screamed out, “Harlem!”

It took me some time, but I slowly sank deeper into her until she folded over me like a pillow. Being inside of Tegan felt like this was where I should have been all along. Everything before her felt foreign to me, but being inside of her was like an extension of my soul.

I kissed her eyes as she whimpered while my body stretched hers. “You are my soulmate, Baby,” I found myself admitting. Her arms wrapped around me, and she held me tightly to her as if she were afraid to let me go.

I shifted and pulled out before I slid back in again. Baby dragged her hand over her breast and caressed my head with her other one.

I thrust deeper and pulled out. I watched her eyes flutter open and closed as I placed my fingers inside of her and scissored her. When I removed them, she watched me closely while I sucked them clean.

“You are everything to me, dulzura.”

“What? What did you just call me?” Her eyes held fear and concern. I knew what she was thinking. I hadn’t called her another woman’s name; I called her the name that spoke to my heart.

“I asked if I could call you Baby until I could call you something else. You’re mine now. They can have Baby. You’re my dulzura.”

“What does that mean?” she asked, working her hips up to meet mine. Her lids were heavy with lust, and her lips were slightly parted, allowing her warm, sweet breath to caress my face.

“Sweetness. From the pastries you bake to your personality to how fuckin’ sweet you taste, you are my sweetness.”

She giggled. “How do you know that word?”

“It’s Spanish. I took it in high school. Eres tan hermosa.”

“What?”

“You’re so gorgeous.”

“Mm. I like it when you speak Spanish.”

She pumped her hips up, and I lowered my head to take one of her breasts into my mouth.

“Ahhh! Harluuumm.” She moaned my name in the sweetest ecstasy.

“You have me wanting things that I didn’t know I was capable of wanting, dulzura.” I stroked in a tight circle and whispered, “Your heart is beautiful and so is your spirit.”

I leaned down and kissed her and then jabbed inside of her hard and tight until she cried out.

“Thank you for sharing your body with me, dulzura. Thank you for trusting me with your heart. I promise that I will never let you down.”

I swiveled my hips, slowly stroking her soft walls and loving how tight and warm they were, a cocoon for me to nestle into.

“You make me feel worthy of being loved, sweetheart,” I murmured and pumped fast and deep. “You’re so compassionate, . . . creative, . . . intelligent, . . . and sooo . . . fucking beautiful.” My voice was a deep growl as I punctuated every word with short, hard thrusts.

Baby rocked her head from side to side, crying out in pleasure, propelling her hips upward and begging. “More. More. Always more.”

I gave her exactly what she asked for. We went back and forth that way for a while, until she released again, this time with a face full of tears. Her body was wracked with sobs as she shook while she came.

The emotions, the softness of her heart, and the warmth and silkiness of her pussy pulled me to the brink and wouldn’t let go until I came too.

When I did, it was with the knowledge that I would never let go.

I wanted her completely in every way that I could have her in time, because she owned me, and there was no denying that.

When I pulled out of her, she worked hard to control her ragged breathing. I lifted her from the bed and carried her to the bathroom. I set her in the tub as I turned on the water, poured oils into the tub, and then I climbed in behind her.

I held her against my body for a long time before I finally washed her, soothed her, and affirmed her again.

“I will always protect your heart, your mind, and your body, dulzura. Te amo,” I whispered.

She was deep asleep, even as I washed her body, but I knew that she felt my love, even if she never heard my spoken words.